Sonnet 079
Laijon Liu 20160503
I confess individuality is a product of society
Seeds sprout in good soil, poets grow in toil
A flower blooms to thank its Mother Earth
Fruits are the statement of their bearing tree
None of our greatness or failure is our own
The shame we self-blame or success we brag
Environment makes men and the times create heroes
All of us are but surfers carried by wind and wave
Talents we are given, we must return to our giver
Works we’ve done so works we should share
I must serve my Muse and give him the credit
A creature dwells in the will of its creator
Life is a hard labor, often lonely
But I’m still alive, I should be thankful
